It’s been dusk for days. Cancelling moods.
Both of us back-pedaling and spacing.
Tim’s? Sure. Eye contact shitty. Lineless,
we abrupt small-talk, indulge disproportionately. Here?
Here: One-sided TMI to a jangle of anecdotal gossip
and gossipy anecdotes, then finally the meat:
the crash of the candy machine, the no-reply email,
the time to watch more day games, and the dead pet.
Strangers innocuous as variations on the jelly donut.
The absence of sugar packets focuses the heart.